express What's the meanin of ghettofabulous Not ridin the back of the bus I'm a revolutionary antagonist Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music
to get a whole CD Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done (Bringing back sweet memories) (Bringing back sweet memories) (Bringing back sweet memories) (Sweet memories
it. You homosexual rap cats can scratch that, Don't play for gays, fake thugs, fake ways. Thoughts i generate and never scared to stop spittin, Dont hear nothin but the music
sun smog up in the vintage london fog I'm fuckin your g after you took her to miniature golf From the floor of this shitty-ass kitchen I see hella cats
nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothin Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?" (oww) I look at a lot of you cats and laugh Cause
Made Somethin' Outta Nothin' Well Im Frontin' I Was Never Nothin' Older Ladies Used To Tell My Mother Aint He Somethin' I Look At A Lot Of U Cats An
soul Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole [Brother Ali] Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew Bumpin melodys and memories
to put on your ring finger When you're all alone thoughts of us still linger Once the picture is finished, the music ain't done The difference is the memories
-Town rhyme skit) We amaze cats race track, glass packs (purple haze sacks, blaze that pass that) House so big, trying to find where I parked at (hey spark that, your memory
sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Memory
Rhymesayers, my son's grandmother quit freebasin Desiree got eight years straight, now that right there cause for celebration Ah, I'm so happy for her, we used to fight like cats
' Well I'm Frontin' I Was Never Nothin' Older Ladies Used To Tell My Mother Ain't He Somethin' I Look At A Lot Of U Cats An Laugh Cause I'm The Shit Man
Made Somethin' Outta Nothin' Well I'm Frontin' I Was Never Nothin' Older Ladies Used To Tell My Mother Ain't He Somethin' I Look At A Lot Of U Cats An
music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a
what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD. Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done. [woman singing] Bringing back sweet memories
the meanin of ghettofabulous Not ridin the back of the bus I'm a revolutionary antagonist Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love
[Verse 1: Common] Memories on corners with the fours & the moors (pronounced foes and moes) Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to
